Life In The Getto Poem by Shutter Queen

Life for me is not fun,
When the only thing I can depend on is my gun,
I really don't want to steal for Mr. Chung,
But survival is the key in this slump,
If your not at peace, from my gun you might get stung,
Please don't ask me how come,

We do what we do and we sell what we sell and you can who we can,
We rise and we fell in this place that we dwell,
Don't think it's all well,
It's and earth but it's hell,
A place that you can identify by the smell